Before noon, someone wore a mask and went to the Immortal Spring to dance, Qi Huan and Ji Mubai wanted to follow to have a look, but the Demon Venerable refused to go with him and ran back to the room to sleep.

On the way to the Fountain of Immortality, you can see other people around you taking off their masks at will, and there is no situation where they can't take off their masks.

It's weird, why is this mask only for the two of them?

"Xiaobai, do you know the Holy Medicine Valley?" That dream was too clear, Qi Huan could still remember the content of the dream, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Ji Mubai nodded, the crowd around him was crowded, he stretched out his hand to hold Qi Huan, lowered his head and said: "There are countless sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and there are four major sects at the head, one of which is the Holy Medicine Valley with countless medical cultivation. ”

What Ji Mubai said was almost the same as what Qi Huan said in his dream, and even Qi Huan knew it in more detail, the Holy Doctor Valley lived in the snowy mountains, and all the medical cultivators who worshiped the Holy Doctor Valley lived in the wooden houses in the valley, and all the medical practices were based on the benevolence of the doctors.

Medical cultivation is the most sought after in the world of cultivating immortals, and the pill is an indispensable item for everyone in the world of cultivating immortals.

The two women in the dream are the disciples of the Holy Medicine Valley, as the senior sister's Danxi is talented, gentle and caring, and as the younger sister's Jingshu studies diligently and diligently studies the Danfang.

Qi Huan told Ji Mubai everything in the dream, she didn't expect Ji Mubai to connect the dream with reality, after all, at present, the Holy Medicine Valley seemed to have nothing to do with Qinglang City.

But Ji Mubai's expression tightened after listening, and his tone was solemn, "Sister, the secret behind Qinglang City must have a deep connection with the two medical cultivators in your dream. ”

Last night, he rummaged through the memories of the Demon Venerable, and he found a similar formation, which was almost the same as the layout of Qinglang City, and this formation was changed according to a pill recipe in the Holy Medicine Valley.

The Immortal Spring is the eye of the formation, and tomorrow's full moon night is the time when the formation is opened, but I am afraid that he and Qi Huan will also be trapped in it.

This formation was originally used by gathering spirits to save people, but the people who set up the formation reversed the formation, and the immortal spring gathering spirits would only kill.

"Then do you have a way to break the formation?" Qi Huan asked.

"Not at the moment." Ji Mubai's current cultivation was still unable to break through this big array, and the Demon Venerable was also beaten into a waste puppy by his immortal seals.

Qi Huan frowned, touching his chin with one hand, could it be that there is no other way to break the formation?

[It's useless to ask me, Qi Huan, I only have the details of the Demon Venerable, everything else in this world is not something I can directly peep into, this is not a novel world, and I am not an all-powerful system. 】

Speechless, Qi Huan didn't expect 502 and the three unknown organizations behind him to provide any help.

"Every town will have a local chronicle that records the local history, and Qinglang City must also have it, why don't we go to the government to investigate?" Qi Huan wasn't so scared when he heard this, if this formation could kill everyone, then they all died here, and they didn't live.

No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident, so just go with it. Anyway, the jar was broken, she and Ji Mubai were hanging here, and the task was not over perfectly.

[......] 502 knew what Qi Huan was thinking, but he was sure that Ji Mubai would not die.

There was gossip on the ear, Qi Huan and Ji Mubai sneaked in while the palace guards were resting, and the two of them buried themselves in the huge study to find the local chronicles.

"This row is all household registration, this row is taxes, and this row is case files...... Qi Huan's eyes are almost spent, and he can't help but miss the modern computer, how convenient it is to enter keywords with one click.

"Sister, I found it." Ji Mubai took out an old and broken book from the corner, and he turned his back and patted the dust on the book.

The two sat on the floor and looked through this 300-year-old local chronicle.

After a long time, Qi Huan rubbed his sore neck and sighed: "It's not different from what I heard before." ”

There were no clues in the local chronicles, the two put the book back in its place and prepared to leave, and when they walked past the row of bookshelves where the case was recorded, Qi Huan actually saw Jingshu's name.

She took out the case file, "In the sixth year of Dayue, on March 7, Jingshu, a foreign doctor, passed through Qingcheng, and today had a conflict with Li Shan, a blacksmith in the east of the city, and injured Li Shan in one eye. ”

Will the Jing Shu in the case file be the medical practitioner Jing Shu in the dream?

"Someone's coming, let's go." Footsteps outside the house were hurried, and Ji Mubai pulled Qi Huan and left quietly.

When the two left, they heard someone in the mansion talking about the Immortal Spring, and Ji Mubai simply took Qi Huan on the roof to eavesdrop.

Qi Huan gently lifted a tile, and saw a middle-aged man in an official uniform with a big belly in a poop face full of urgency, and an old man next to him was on crutches.

The old man raised his cane and poked it into the ground, eager to poke a few holes in the ground, and his old voice was full of fear: "Those masked people by the fountain of immortality have been dancing like crazy, and they still don't know what they are reading!" ”

"It's been three hundred years, and it must be unbearable!"

"It's over, child, you hurry up and leave Qinglang City with your family, she will definitely come back!"

The old man took the middle-aged man's hand, his face wrinkled together and twitched, and his cloudy eyes stared at the middle-aged man.

"Enough! We can't escape, this morning there were city residents to report, saying that Qinglang City can't get out everywhere, like encountering a ghost hitting the wall, walking around is still in place. The middle-aged man shook off the old man's hand.

Qi Huan turned his head sideways and leaned into Ji Mubai's ear and pointed down, "That middle-aged man is Li Wendong, the county magistrate of Qinglang City. ”

When checking the local chronicles in the study, Qi Huan also opened his gossip ear, and heard the subordinates in the government talking about the county order and arguing with the old man at home all night, and the old man kept persuading the county order to leave Qinglang City, but the county order could not leave his jurisdiction casually without the documents of the imperial court.

"You say, why did the old man persuade the county order to leave?" How could an ordinary old man know that Qinglang City was about to end, Qi Huan looked at the old man curiously, seeing that the old man's face must be a person with a story.

And it's the kind of person who does too much bad things.

Ji Mubai glanced at the old man and said something that made Qi Huan's hair stand on end.

"That old man is at least three hundred years old."

Qi Huan's shocked eyes straightened, and she carefully placed the tiles, for fear of alarming the old monsters below, how could anyone live for three hundred years.

Someone outside hurriedly ran in and saluted the county order: "My lord, there are many city residents wearing masks and heading towards the Immortal Spring, and they can't stop them at all, and those people don't seem to hear what they say, and they only care about dancing." ”

The county commander's eyelids jumped, and he waved his hand to signal the person to retreat, and after the person left, he glared at the old man and then turned to leave.

Only the old man stayed where he was, his legs trembling, and he sat on the ground weakly, with tears on his face.

"Xiaobai, that old man seems to know something, let's go down and ask." As soon as Qi Huan stood up, he was pulled into Ji Mubai's arms, and his mouth was covered by Ji Mubai.